Why are the disciples of Qilin Academy so mysterious and hidden so deeply? It is a kind of protection to avoid being assassinated by other sects.
"You have to listen to your master, your master is also for your own good!"
Lu Ming said seriously.
Qiuyue stuck out her tongue and said, "I know, young master, but now Qiuyue can't stay with young master and take care of young master."
"Then you have to practice hard. When you reach the fourth level of great martial arts master, the young master will take you to explore the world together."
Lu Ming encouraged.
"Really? The young master is not allowed to lie."
Qiuyue's eyes were full of expectation.
"Of course it's true. When did the young master lie to you?"
Lu Ming smiled.
Time passed while the two were chatting, and more than an hour passed quickly.
"Master, I'm leaving, Master should be looking for me."
Qiuyue said reluctantly.
"Go, with your talent, we will soon be able to travel the world together."
Lu Ming pinched Qiuyue's face and smiled.
There was mist in Qiuyue's big eyes, she suddenly stood on tiptoe, kissed Lu Ming on the face, then turned around and ran away with a flushed face, like a frightened rabbit, running fast, and disappeared in the mountains and forests in a blink of an eye.
Feeling the faint moisture and fragrance on his face, Lu Ming smiled slightly and whispered: "This girl, I haven't seen you for a while, she has become a lot bolder."
Shaking his head slightly, he turned and left.
In the following days, continue to practice and hunt monsters.
Martial skills and cultivation are steadily improving.
Time flies, and it is another month in a blink of an eye.
The harvest of this month is gratifying.
Gang Huo Gun Jue finally made another breakthrough, reaching the sixth level, the realm of the unity of man and force.
However, the volley step has only reached the peak of the second level, and has not yet broken through the third level.
However, Lu Ming's cultivation has reached the peak of the Ninth Level of Martial Master, and the next step is the realm of Great Martial Master.
"It's time to go back."
Counting the time, it has been more than two months since Lu Ming entered the coastal mountains.
The way of cultivation is different, and we can't practice blindly. Sometimes, blindly practicing hard does not necessarily have good results.
With a movement of his body, Lu Ming walked towards Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
After half a day, Lu Ming returned to the dormitory.
"Brother Lu Ming, you're finally back, I thought you couldn't catch up?"
As soon as he saw Lu Ming, Pang Shi hurriedly said.
"Can't keep up? What can't be kept up?"
Lu Ming asked curiously.
"The engagement banquet for Zhang Muyun and Zhuo Yirong!"
Hua Chi walked out of the room, holding an invitation card in his hand.
"Zhang Muyun and Zhuo Yirong are engaged?" Lu Ming was slightly taken aback.
"Seven days ago, Zhang Muyun personally came to send you an invitation, but unfortunately you were not here, so he left this invitation with me."
Hua Chi handed the invitation to Lu Ming.
Lu Ming opened the invitation card and saw that the time was just today, and the address was in the Sword Dance Courtyard of Xuanjian City.
Lu Ming has heard of Jianwu Bieyuan, which is very famous in Xuanjian City and is famous for its elegant environment. Many celebrities will choose to hold their weddings in Jianwu Bieyuan.
"Then it's just the right time for me to rush, and I'm going now, just in time!"
Lu Ming smiled.
The sun hasn't set yet, so it's not too late to go.
Zhang Muyun had a good impression on Lu Ming, he was a good friend, Zhuo Yirong was engaged, and he came to send invitations to him in person, Lu Ming naturally wanted to go.
"Do you want to go together?"
Lu Ming asked.
"Forget it, the people who went this time are all masters, so we won't join in the fun."
Huachi Road.
Lu Ming knew that Hua Chi was arrogant, so he didn't say any more, took his leave, and left for Xuanjian City.
...
The Sword Dance House in Xuanjian City was extremely lively.
The red lights are shining brightly, and there is a lot of joy.
Zhang Muyun was extremely talented. Before Lu Ming rose up, he was firmly at the top of the bronze list. Even Duanmu Yunyang, the rookie king, was tightly suppressed by him.
Moreover, he is easy-going, tolerant and benevolent, and has the air of a king, and his popularity in Xuanyuan Sword Sect is very good.
This time he was engaged to Zhuo Yirong, out of the sixty people on the bronze list, more than fifty people came.
Not only that, but there were also some silver-level disciples, elders and deacons, and even several silver-robed elders.
Including Zhang Muyun and Zhuo Yirong's family members, there are hundreds of people in the Jianwu courtyard.
Beside a small lake in the Sword Dance Bieyuan, there was a flat open space, and dozens of tables of banquets were set up in the open space.
At this time, although the table has not yet opened, the people have basically arrived.
Familiar people sat at a table and chatted with each other.
At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked like a guard stumbled in, with blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, and one side of his face was swollen.
"Zhang Ji, what's going on?"
Next to Zhang Muyun, his father stood up and asked in a cold voice.
This scene naturally fell in the eyes of others, and they all looked over in surprise.
"Master, Young Master, there are people outside the door who didn't have an invitation card and came here uninvited. We just asked, and they hurt people. They have already barged in. We can't stop them."
The guard said loudly.
"What invitation? Where we are going, do we still need an invitation?"
A haughty and cold voice sounded, and three young men came over.
"Who are you guys? Didn't you know that today is the day of Senior Brother Zhang's engagement? How dare you force your way?"
A disciple of Qinglongyuan stood up and shouted.
His name is Wu Yu, and he is ranked forty-three on the bronze list.
"Yo yo, what a big deal is the engagement of a disciple of a mere bullshit bronze list? How dare you?"
A young man with a saber in his arms sneered.
"Arrogance, let me see what money you have?"
Wu Hui shouted angrily, his figure moved, like a goshawk, he rushed towards the young man holding the sword, and grabbed the young man holding the sword with one claw.
"Small tricks, but you dare to make an axe!"
The young man holding the knife sneered, and struck out with a palm.
Swish!
The palm of the young man holding the sword was clearly just a fleshy palm, but everyone seemed to have seen a peerless sword unsheathed, the light of the sword shot up into the sky, and a swaying light of the sword struck Wu Hui's claw.
The next moment, Wuzhen let out a scream, and his figure flew backwards, crashing into two tables in a row, before standing still, but his body kept trembling, and one of his palms was dripping with blood.
Everyone was taken aback, and looked at the young man holding the knife in shock.
A casual slash with a fleshy palm can injure Wu Hui. This level of combat power is definitely not something to be taken lightly.
One must know that Wu Kui is ranked forty-three on the bronze list, and to defeat him with such an easy move, at least one of the top twenty geniuses on the bronze list can do it. But these few people are very unfamiliar, and they are not disciples of the four courtyards at all.
Where did that genius come from
Zhang Muyun stood up and cupped his fists, and said, "Who are you guys? Zhang thinks he has never offended you."
"Hey, you are Zhang Muyun who is ranked second on the bronze list, right?"
One of the youths with a cold face said.
If Lu Ming were here, he would definitely recognize that this cruel young man was Jian Wuchen from Qilin Academy.
The other two are disciples of Qilin Academy.